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insecure. that's all i ever feel anymore. of course, i have those good days where i feel like a bad bitch, but lately i've been having more bad than good days.
i have such a loving and caring boyfriend, grayson. that tells me i'm beautiful and perfect every single day. i love him for that. he's the best guy i could ever ask for. but i never believe him
i was laying down in mine and grayson bed, feeling once again insecure
as i was laying down, facing the wall, i felt the other side of the bed sink down. grayson must be in bed
i turned around to look at him and he said "hey, beautiful," and kissed my forehead
"stop," i said bluntly
"why baby, what's wrong," he said in the most caring voice ever
"grayson. i don't deserve you. you deserve better. someone that is actually beautiful. someone that is skinny and not fat like me. someone that is confident. someone that isn't an emotional wre-" grayson cut my off by placing his soft lips upon mine
"babe, don't you ever say that about yourself. you're not fat. and you sure the hell ain't ugly. i love you for you y/n. you're so perfect inside and out. everything about you is perfect to me and should be perfect to everyone else, especially you."
i started to tear up, "i love you grayson"
"i love you too, y/n"
